The pure and simple truth is rarely pure and never simple.
Oscar Wilde
You were the bright young man who swept her off her feet
The high school class ring soon became a wedding band
And you went off to sail the seas for Uncle Sam
But they say it was the demon in the bottle
That took you far away never to return
And you never knew your son would be my father
[Missy]
Uhh, yo
This is for my **********ing club heads, you feel me?
AAAAOOW!!
[Missy]
Out where the creek turn shallow and sandy
And the moon comes skimmin' away the stars
When the mesquite comes rushin' over the hilltops
Straight into my arms
Straight into my arms
Damn, this situation's new to me, why?
I see a head afraid to be himself,
I bet he'd to have a little
Encouragement from the opposite,
Come that side of the floor, Yes!
(Turbulence. Can you feel? Turbulence) Okay. (Can you feel?)
I need to spit something real for a second y'all. (Turbulence)
Just bare with me. Listen. (Can you feel? Turbulence.)
[Verse One:]
Skull and crossbones and death bandannas
All the pictures on the wall
The sand lying on the floor
The bed upstairs, still unmade
The dust float in the light
The people just left
All laughter and mess
When I was younger
I saw my daddy cry
And curse at the wind
He broke his own heart
And I watched
As he tried to reassemble it
Ich werde in die Tannen gehen,
Dahin wo ich sie zuletzt gesehen,
Doch der Abend werft ein Tuch aufs Land,
Und auf die Wege hinterm Waldessrand,
Und der Wald ersteht so schwarz und leer,
Weh mir oh weh,
When a freight train jumps off a track
And rolls down my road
And it's summertime in Texas
And they're playing in the snow
When politicians everywhere stop telling lies
And only state the facts
Dòng nước mắt nỡ làm vơi xót xa cuộc đời
Xin em về khóc đêm này cho nồng chăn gối
Dòng nước mắt nỡ làm tan nỗi đau con người
Khóc đi em, khóc cho đầy bến mê mộng đời
Dòng nước mắt nếu làm mưa rớt trên ruộng đồi
